Warning: Hardcore PruAme

Late November was a bit of a hefty game-load for the basketball team, and practices were becoming more of a requirement to attend. It was just after the Thanksgiving break, but of course everyone was lagging a bit from the long weekend. Gilbert was one of the worst offenders, and glad when practice was over. In the locker room he looked over to Alfred and gave him a nudge with his elbow. "Hey, you wanna chill at my place later?"

Alfred and Gilbert had become something of friends at this point. They'd gotten off on the wrong foot, sure, but over time they realized they had a lot more in common than originally thought. Gilbert had turned out to be a pretty nice guy (with the exception of his arrogant nature, but Alfred could admit he was guilty of that as well so he let it slide), and the omega was glad to have him as a friend. Their deal was more of a nominal thing at this point; Alfred doubted Gilbert would start harassing him again if he ended it. But the boy was loyal to his promises, so they kept at it. It was enjoyable to both parties, so why not? Alfred grinned at the albino, looking around as he thought. "Hmm...I dunno. I kinda have some homework to do..."

"Yeah, so do I, it doesn't mean that I'm actually going to do it." Alfred was by far a more dedicated student than Gilbert was. Of course, Gilbert could afford to fuck up his grades, unlike Alfred. "Come on, we can play some games and shit. My parents aren't going to be home until later and my brother's with a friend tonight."

Alfred sighed. "But I need to do my homework. It's just some stuff for English...Mr. Braginsky will be upset if I don't do it." They might have been mates, but Ivan wasn't very lenient about this sort of thing. They always fooled around after school during tutoring on the provision that Alfred will do his homework when he gets home. Ivan was pretty serious about it.

"Oh come on, you can do it at home! I'm not asking for you to spend the night or something, I just want you to come over and chill for like, two or three hours." Or four. Or five… Or all night. "Seriously, your entire life doesn't have to circle around homework. You're always talking about how much you have to do."

The blond pulled on his shirt, looking down as he pondered. Well, Gilbert was right. His life shouldn't revolve around homework...surely Ivan would understand. He'd probably be happy for him even; Alfred never spent much time with his friends. With an over-exaggerated sigh of exasperation, the boy glanced back at Gil for a moment before his mouth morphed into a grin. "Fine. I guess I could come over for a few hours."

"Great! Come on, I walk home, we can go right away. You gotta call your parents or something?" Gilbert knew that Alfred usually got a ride home, so he hoped that he wasn't messing up a schedule or something. "I mean, if you've gotta go home first that's cool too, I can wait…" Not that he particularly wanted to.

"My bro usually picks me up at this point. I'll just text him and tell him I'm goin' to a friend's house. No big deal." Alfred shrugged, pulling out his phone as he said that and tapping away on it quickly. "You live close then?" He asked as he shoved the phone back into his pocket.

"Yeah, like ten minutes away. Sometimes I go home for lunch and take a quick nap." A very quick nap. But it helped to keep him awake for the rest of the school day, and he was totally energized for practice. "How far away do you live?"

"It's about 10 minutes away...by car. I live in Pinewood." Alfred nodded, hitching his backpack onto his back as they began to walk to Gil's house. "So you live in the upper end of town then? Your family wealthy or something?" Judging by the fact that Gil's brother was a class 1, Alfred assumed his family was pretty well off. He wouldn't be surprised if they were rich.

"Everyone's either class 1 or class 2 in my house." Except for Gil. "We're pretty well off I guess, I mean...dad has a pretty good job, my mom's working on trying to be more than a homemaker." No one in the family really approved, but no one wanted to stand up and tell her no, either.

"Ah. My parents are both betas as well as my brother. We do decently I guess. I'm the only omega in the family." Alfred commented. "Aren't you a class 3? How's that...I mean, your parents are good to you right? I've heard nasty things about that sort of deal..." Specifically from Ivan.

"Oh yeah, they're fine to me, I guess. Real disappointed, I can tell… Since I'm not like Lud, but they don't like lock me in the basement to hide me from the world, or anything." Gilbert shrugged his head and pointed to a house on the corner. "One right next to that one, that's mine."

Alfred nodded and followed Gilbert to the house. "Do your parents know about your brother's...Uh...preferences? How does he treat you?" The boy was suddenly interested in Gilbert's family life.

"They're fine with it. I can tell they're disappointed in that too, I mean, they wanted grandkids. They're gonna just have to deal with me, I guess," Gilbert cackled, but there was disappointment in his own voice too. "And he treats me fine. He doesn't really like joking around like I do, though. Way too serious."

Alfred frowned at the undertone of Gilbert's words. "Well... They're disappointed too easily. They're the parents of a kickass basketball player. I'd be proud." He tried to cheer the other up. A lot of things didn't seem to be going the guy's way; maybe that's why he used to be a total dick toward him. He couldn't have his dream job due to his class, his parents were disappointed in him...it all seemed sad.

"Nah, they're proud of me plenty. I mean, they don't stay disappointed long. Not like they're bad to me or anything." Gilbert's parents were actually very good to him. He just complained a lot. He jumped up onto his front steps and got out his keys, opening up the door. "We're home alone, so we can do whatever."

"Oh. A-alright." Alfred felt silly suddenly, a light flush coming to his cheeks. "Well, what do you normally do after practice then? I don't know what we'd do..." Gilbert had mentioned video games earlier. Possibly that?

"I'm usually on my computer or gaming. Wanna play?" Gilbert jumped onto the couch, kicking his boots off and turning everything on. He picked up the second controller and held it out to Alfred, grinning to him. "Let's play."

With a grin, Alfred took the controller and plopped down beside the albino. "I'm so gonna kick your ass. I didn't spend 18 years of my life without schooling for nothing." He'd been learning other things and whatnot, sure, but he'd certainly had a hell of a lot more free time than the average student.

"Hah, well, when I'm not in school this is all I do." That and masturbate. Gilbert didn't exactly do much else. "You know, Jones, you're a pretty cool guy. A pretty cool guy like you should be with a pretty awesome guy- like me."

"Well I am with you right now, aren't I?" Alfred said, not getting the innuendo. Either that or he didn't want to get it. He began urgently pressing buttons when the game started, showing off his abilities.

"Uh, yeah… But I mean with me. You know…" Dammit, Gilbert was here trying to show Alfred he had a few feelings under his sleeve, and he wasn't even getting it! "Don't you get it?"

"Nope." Yes. Alfred certainly understood now. However...he didn't want to hurt Gilbert. The albino was his friend, his good friend, and he didn't want to let him down. The boy was mated to Ivan; he needed to stay faithful. Sure, Gilbert was nice...and the blowjobs were fun...and they had commonalities. But they couldn't work, even if Ivan wasn't an issue. Right?

"Well, I mean… I kinda…like you. And if I like you, we should go out, right?" Gilbert was under the impression that Alfred would, of course, want to even if he wasn't with someone else. He was an Alpha and Alfred was an Omega, why wouldn't he wanted to just be with him? They were great friends.

Alfred winced at the confession. Fuck, that wasn't supposed to happen. Timidity overcoming him, the boy set down his controller and turned to Gilbert. "Um...I don't know." He was reluctant to say no. He knew he should have. He knew he was dedicated to Ivan. But something about Gilbert compelled Alfred as well. "I mean, I like you too, but...well..." Shit.

"…But?" Gilbert knew there was something else coming. Why couldn't Alfred be with him? Why would he give him blowjobs, hang out with him, flirt with him, if he didn't want this sort of relationship? It was toying with Gilbert's heart, and he didn't like it.

"I don't know." Alfred finished lamely. He didn't know what to do. Ivan was his mate...but Gilbert was a great guy too. Maybe...maybe Gilbert could be a cover up? A relationship that would prove that Alfred wasn't fucking around with his teacher? Maybe? The blond wasn't sure.

"What do you mean you don't know? You're a great guy, I'm a great guy… Come on, we're two awesome people, awesome people should be together." Gilbert was getting scared, dare he say. What if Alfred really didn't like him after all?

"I'll think about it." Alfred said at last. It was too much to consider to answer on the spot. "Just...I need to think about it." He muttered lamely.

"Oh." That had put a damper on things. Gilbert had expected to confess, make out, maybe get a blowjob, give a blowjob, and everything would be peachy. …Dammit.

Alfred smiled softly at Gilbert before leaning forward to plant a kiss on the others lips. "Hey, look. I like you, okay? I just...need to have some time to think. Don't want to just rush in." He needed to ask Ivan if he was okay with a coverup. It really would lower any suspicion that came their way.

"Alright…" Gilbert was still disappointed now that he had to wait- that was a lot worse than being rejected, in his mind- but he could understand that Alfred needed time to think. "Just don't totally blackball me, okay?"

"Okay." Alfred kissed Gilbert again. Then again. Then a third time. He pulled back after the fourth and looked into the other's eyes for a lingering moment. Their faces were close, a pit of lust in Alfred's gut suddenly. He then slowly went in for the fifth kiss, this time full and soft and lingering.

Gilbert was surprised by the kisses, but he didn't fight them. He cupped Alfred's cheeks and kissed him back, moving in a little harder. He wondered if this was Alfred's way of saying 'I'll think about it, but yes, I'll date you'. If not, then Gilbert was reading some really mixed signals.

Alfred moved to straddle Gilbert's lap, moaning into the harder kisses. He weaved his fingers into the other's shirt, pulling him in close as he delved his tongue into the albino's warm mouth. He was certain he could convince Ivan to allow this as a cover up; why not have fun with it?

Gilbert was gladly returning the sudden affections that Alfred was offering him, thought he was utterly confused as to why they were occurring. He slid his arms around Alfred and ground up against him, letting him feel the arousal that was actively arising in his pants.

Alfred moaned as the other ground up against him, momentarily pulling away from the kiss in order to rest their temples together and regain his breath. "Fuck, Gil..." He brought their lips back together into to a deep, needy kiss as he ground down onto the Alpha, showing his own arousal as well.

"Shit… You're doing a real bad job as showing me that you need to think about it." Gilbert would be damn upset if Alfred said that this was helping him think, because he wanted Alfred to be doing this because he wanted to be with him.

Alfred snorted, "I think I'm leaning more towards 'yes' at the moment, but one can never be too sure." He needed to discuss with Ivan, but oh fuck, was the makeout pleasurable. He considered going farther with Gilbert, but decided to leave it at kissing for now. Rubbing up against the other, Alfred began to kiss and suck down Gilbert's jaw.

Oh, well… That really helped Gilbert's mood. He kissed back, necking down his throat and giving Alfred's ass a nice squeeze. He liked this, they were comfortable, and pleasurable, hot and heavy, but not in a pressured way. He liked it more than if they were going to go further.

Alfred purred at the ass squeeze, deciding to reciprocate it by grabbing at Gilbert's groin. He smirked and brought their lips back together, smashing them together intimately and heatedly, passionately. He moaned as Gilbert shoved his tongue down his throat, the kiss pleasurable.

Gilbert wondered just how far he could go before Alfred stopped him. Not that he really wanted to go all the way or anything, but he was wondering… "Not sure if this means you're up for some fun or not..."

"As long as that fun doesn't involve my ass, yes. Definitely." Alfred breathed, giving Gilbert's lips a single, teasing lick. "What'd you have in mind?" Alfred was pretty horny at this point; he wouldn't mind doing something sexy.

"I dunno… Figured that I would just toss you down and we'd grab each other's dicks…" Maybe they could blow one another? Gilbert wouldn't mind, and it would get them both off.

"Whatever works for me, Gil. Really, I'm too horny to care." He grabbed at the albino's fly and ripped it open, groping at the boy's cock beneath the light underwear material. Alfred could see the outline of his arousal through his boxers.

Gilbert grunted as Alfred yanked his zipper down. Well, that was surprising. "I didn't peg you as a guy who would just sort of grab it…" He was more than happy to go along with it. "Wanna 69?"

"Oh..um..." Alfred hadn't expected Gilbert to have wanted to blow him, not that he discouraged it, of course. "Yes. Yeah, let's do that. I'll just..." He pushed Gilbert down and got up on top of him, positioning himself so that the other's crotch was in his face. "Like this?"

"Yeah, just like that…" Gilbert started to undo Alfred's pants, yanking them down. "You've got a nice dick, for an Omega," he teased as he reached up to spread Alfred's ass. He didn't exactly look like a virgin, there. "How many people have you fucked before?"

"One. Remember? I bawled all over your shoulder about it." Alfred responded, pulling down Gilbert's pants and underwear entirely so that he could get to work. He tried not to dwell on the subject.

"Well…yeah, I remember, I mean…just wondering if there was anyone else." That meant that Gilbert could be number 2. He didn't particularly like being second best, but he couldn't exactly change that. He would take what he could get.

Alfred shrugged, "Nope. Just him. Haven't trusted anyone else to fuck me there since." And with that out of the way, the boy started to get to work. He took the member into his mouth, suckling along it sweetly. He grasped the base of Gilbert's cock and stroked it in tune with his sucks, lapping the erection fervently.

Gilbert groaned, gripping Alfred's hips as he tried to get ahold of himself. He was pushing up and taking Alfred into his mouth, bobbing his head and massaging his hips while he sucked him. He could only take in so much, but he definitely liked what they were doing.

Alfred moaned at the warm, moist attention to his member, taking in more of Gilbert's cock as a response. He swallowed the boy's cock to the hilt, burying his face in pubic hair before pulling almost all of the way off, bobbing his head intensely. He sucked harsh around the member, enjoying the feeling of it throbbing down his throat.

"O-oh god…" Alfred's sucking was really getting Gilbert going. He wasn't sure he could last this long if he kept doing things like that. The albino pushed up, taking more of Alfred into his mouth, trying to please him a little more. He could just hope that he was half as good as Alfred was.

The attention to his cock was just divine. Alfred began to roll his hips down into Gilbert's mouth as he sucked his engorged flesh, lapping and lathering the cock sensually. He bobbed his head quickly, stroking Gilbert's thighs as he devoured the others member.

Gilbert could do little else but return the favour, sucking sweetly along Alfred's flesh and grabbing his ass, kneading it softly, a couple fingers even stroking at his leaking hole. He was getting worked up just from sixty-nining...

Alfred adored the attention to his ass, rocking back on those fingers prodding at his hole. The boy lapped Gilbert's cock eagerly as he groaned, the pleasure enveloping his body.

Gilbert pressed a couple fingers inside him as he sucked and licked at him, moaning softly around him every now and then. He was absolutely wonderful, he couldn't think of anything better than this. Well, maybe besides fucking Alfred.

Alfred groaned as those fingers brushed against his sweet spot, suckling the cock presented to him with ferocity. Unable to take the pleasure any longer, he came into Gilbert's mouth with a moan, spurting his essence down his throat without warning. Regardless, he continued to work Gilbert's cock, waiting for him to orgasm as well.

Gilbert didn't take much longer, shuddering and busting in Alfred's mouth. He pushed Alfred's head off his cock just as it began to swell. He shifted slightly, giving Alfred a nudge. He wanted to cuddle a bit. That was as far as he wanted to go. He did want to fuck Alfred, but he could wait for it, since obviously Alfred needed time to really think about it.

Alfred pulled off of the albino's cock once he came, licking his lips and swallowing his seed. He looked over his shoulder and smiled before turning around, crawling over the other's body. "So, how was that?" He asked, settling down beside the other.

"Well, I sure as hell enjoyed myself." Gilbert grinned and sat up, stretching out. He did up his pants, slinging an arm around Alfred and tugging in closer. "You enjoy yourself?" It was then that the front door opened, and a rather strict looking, blonde Alpha came around the corner. "…Oh, hey, West. Thought you were staying at a friend's house." Gilbert managed a nervous smile.

Alfred gasped at the sudden intrusion, quickly doing up his own pants as a red flush tainted his cheeks. Shit, was that Gil's brother? What was he doing here? Wearing a tight, awkward grimace, the Omega was careful not to make eye contact with the intruder. Fuck, this was embarrassing. He wasn't supposed to be witnessed exhibiting this sort of behavior!

"That got canceled." The Alpha stared at Alfred, and then back at Gilbert. "Stay out of my room." There was a story to be told there, of course, it would have to wait. The Alpha went up the stairs, disappearing without another word. Gilbert was embarrassed to say the least.

"Sorry about that… He's uh… He's way serious, like I said." Gilbert flushed and rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly. "Wanna get back to playing our game?"

"Well, at least he didn't say anything." Alfred muttered, sitting up. He brushed back his tousled hair, leaning forward oddly. "Alright. That sounds like a good plan." He didn't very much feel like doing any more cuddling with Gil for the rest of the evening after what'd just happened. "Come on, let's play so I can finally kick your ass."

Gilbert snickered, picking up his controller and getting to work. The night progressed as they had originally planned, and they were comfortable on the couch. Until Gil interrupted, "My parents are going to be home soon, I think, maybe you should call someone to come get you."

"Hmm? Oh, okay. Right after this game." Alfred was winning. Like hell he was just going to quit in the middle of that. He lifted his head from its resting place on Gil's shoulder, concentrating intensely on his game. He quickly pressed the buttons on the remote, jamming them hard.

Gilbert groaned as he found he was losing. Again. This was just not his night. After that game he tossed his controller to the side and huffed, arms crossed. "Fine. Call your parents or something." He was a little bitter from losing, but he did want to make sure that Alfred got a ride home.

"Just gonna kick me out, huh?" Alfred chuckled, pulling out his cellphone from his back pocket. "Fine, fine. I'll call them now." He dialed up his pop and asked him to come pick him up calmly, tossing his phone to the side once he was done. "Pop'll be here in about 10 minutes. Happy?"

"That's cool. So, uh… Do you think that you can give me an answer later? Like, tomorrow? Just, a timeframe." He wanted to know exactly when he could either feel dejected or shout with excitement and plow Alfred into the nearest hard surface.

"Probably tomorrow. We'll see. I'll make sure to give it much consideration." Alfred overall needed to receive Ivan's approval. He was a little anxious to discuss it with him, but it'd get a load off his back if his mate knew. It would just be a cover-up, nothing else. Definitely.

With a nod, they spent the next ten minutes in comfortable silence. Francis came around and honked his horn out front. "Well, guess that's your ride… I'll see you later then?" Gilbert grinned and walked Alfred to the door; he kept his hands to himself.

Alfred smiled back, grabbing his bag by the door. "Of course. Seeya during practice tomorrow." He gave Gilbert a quick kiss on the cheek before he opened the door, waving to the boy as he jumped into Francis's car.

"Alfred," Francis greeted as he gave Alfred a nod, pulling out into the road. "Is this a new friend?" His son had yet to actively spend more time outside the home than practice and tutoring, and sometimes on weekends he would sleep somewhere else. Francis thought it was good for Alfred, really. Of course, Francis knew that this was not where Alfred went on the weekends.

"Ah, yeah. He's on the basketball team with me. He invited me over to play some video games." Alfred nodded, leaning back in his carseat. He'd had a good time. He was a little nervous now...he had essentially cheated on Ivan. Kinda. Not really. It was just a cover-up, dammit, nothing serious. Nowhere near as serious as what he had with the Russian.

"Is this the one you are sexually active with?" Francis didn't waste time. He kept himself even and stoic, staring at the road. He was just curious, he could understand if Alfred didn't want to tell him. Not that it would make him give up or anything. He wanted to make sure Alfred was being safe, and he was with a nice Alpha!

Alfred blushed furiously. "God, Pop, no! He's just a friend. We played video games the entire time, seriously." It was a white lie, but not a complete lie. While he had fucked around with Gil a little, he technically wasn't the one who he was really sexually active with. There was only one man who had fucked him thus far, and he intended on keeping it that way.

"Alright, alright… I was just wondering. Is it just one person or multiple?" Francis liked having these kinds of conversation. He made Alfred uncomfortable and he gained new knowledge about his son's life! "I'm glad you had a nice night. However your father was worried sick. I calmed him down, of course. But be ready for a yelling match."

Alfred decided to ignore his pop's initial question, too ashamed to answer. "W-what? Why's dad upset? I told Mattie I was going to a friend's after school!" It's not like he hadn't informed them! Alfred grimaced, sighing as he sunk against the car seat.

"Oh, we know. Your father is just upset you didn't tell us personally. He said, and I quote, 'we gave him a phone for a reason'." Honestly Francis didn't mind that much, he figured that Alfred was going to do what he wanted whether they yelled at him or not.

"Why does it even matter if you guys knew?" Alfred muttered, sulking. He didn't want to go home to an argument. That was the last thing on his list of things to do when he got home. Dammit, he really wasn't going to have time to do homework.

"Well, you know your father… He is very apprehensive and he wants to know where you are when you're outside the house." Francis frowned, hearing Alfred's sulking. "Be slow with him. I've already calmed him down plenty from when he realized you weren't coming home after practice."

Alfred nodded calmly. "Alright. Thanks for that, I guess." They pulled up to the house shortly afterwards. The boy reluctantly got out of the car, dragging himself to the front door. He wasn't very excited to see his father at that moment.

Francis kept an arm around his son, hoping to protect him from his father's wrath. Arthur was waiting at the door, but Francis got to him first. He wrapped his arms around his husband and gave him a big kiss, smiling softly. "Oh, mon cher, am I glad to be back home. It's so dark and scary outside the house!"

Arthur grunted into the kiss, resting his hands on Francis's hips as he gently pushed the other man away. Not so much a push as it was a guiding of his husband from in front of him to out of his way. "I'm sorry, Francis, but not right now. Alfred." Arthur stared hard at the teenager, crossing his arms as he asked, "Where the fuck have you been? You have a cellphone for a reason. I expect you to use it."

Alfred swallowed meekly and gently laid his backpack onto the ground. "I told Mattie to tell you guys I'd be at a friend's house. What's the big deal?" He didn't understand why his dad was so angry about this.

"That's not the point! That's got nothing to do with Matthew. You have a phone and I have a phone, and your father has a phone! You should have told us, not your brother!" Arthur's face was red with anger, but it was obvious he was holding a lot back. Francis was holding him back too. "We are your parents, you need to inform us!"

"But you knew I was gone! You knew where I was, why does it matter how you received the information? If you were that upset about it, you could have called me!" Alfred knew he was trenching into dangerous territory, but this wasn't fair. There was no reason why his father should be getting this angry about the situation.

"It doesn't matter if I called you, you're almost an adult, Alfred! You should have called me! It is your responsibility to let us know where you are!" Arthur had outwardly refused to call his son when his husband had told him to, honestly. He wanted Alfred to call him. He felt like he didn't have to remind Alfred to do these things; he should take the initiative and remember on his own.

"I did let you know where I was! I told Mattie to tell you. Is that not good enough?" Alfred whined, crossing his arms and backing away a bit. He didn't feel like arguing with his father over this.

"Dammit, Alfred! I wanted you to tell me! If you tell Matthew that doesn't let me know where you are from the person I want to hear it from! What if Matthew had forgotten? What if you were stranded out there and we didn't know where you were? You have a phone, you should use it to call us!" Arthur was getting even redder in the face, and Francis had to yank him back as he started to encroach on Alfred's personal space.

"Mon cher, calm down… You're just going to make him retreat." Francis cupped his husband's face and tried to get him to focus. "Alfred, I think it is best if you go to your room."

"No, you stay here!"

"Sorry, okay?! It's not that big of a deal! If you care that much, I'll call you next time!" Alfred shouted, grabbing his things and making his way for the stairs, heeding to his Pop's suggestion. His face reddened in anger, the boy wiped his eyes as he began to ascend the stairs, refusing to continue this conversation any longer.

As Alfred climbed the stairs fighting could be heard downstairs, continuing on and on, past the usual bickering it normally was. It was mostly about how Arthur was too much of a dictator, and how Francis was too permissive. Matthew came to Alfred's door once he was in. "Hey… I heard him yelling downstairs. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Alfred mumbled from his position on the bed, curling up into a ball. "I don't understand why he gets so angry about things with me. And it's always with me too, recently. And now it's spawned their argument. I don't like it."

"They've been arguing a lot when you're not here," Matthew murmured as he looked down, shaking his head with a sigh. "Sorry, I should have texted you back to tell dad." He should have known that Arthur would do something like this. He was incredibly volatile lately.

"They didn't used to. Dad wasn't so much on my ass about every single damn thing before I started attending school. Before I broke off my engagement." Alfred commented, looking rather deflated. It was obvious that he thought the recent spats were correlated with his attendance of school and cancellation of a potentially prosperous marriage.

"He's just bitter because he can't keep an eye on you ever minute of the day." He had never had that problem with Matthew probably just because he knew that Matthew would always be in school, that he couldn't control him. But Alfred? He was a high class Omega who was in school, away from home for hours at a time. It was hard for someone like Arthur to give up that kind of expected control, even if he had consented to it.

Alfred huffed and sighed. "Well...he's going to have to get over it. I'm not a kid anymore. I'm eighteen, I can fend for myself." He grasped Matthew's hand into his own, holding it for comfort.

Matthew sat down with his brother, curling up around him. "I know, Al… Give him time. He's reactionary." Arthur was changing with the times, but if he was prodded painfully enough he could snap back against it. It was hard to find a real balance.

Alfred buried his face into the other's collar, holding onto his shirt. "Can you sleep in my bed tonight? Like we used to when we were kids? I don't want to be alone while they're arguing..." He really could use the comfort right then.

Matthew nodded and got up to get his pillow from his room before returning. He snuggled up against his brother with a deep sigh. "You gonna do your homework?" He knew his brother usually spent a couple hours after he got home from practice, but he wasn't sure if that applied right then.

Alfred shook his head. "I'm too tired to work on that shit right now. All I had was English. I'm sure Mr. Braginsky will understand." He hoped. He knew Ivan was a stickler when it came to homework, but hopefully he'd let him scrape by this time. They were mates and Alfred had been upset, he should be alright with it.

"Alright, I hope you feel better," Matthew murmured as he wrapped his arms around his brother and breathed deeply. "I hate listening to them fight." They both did. It wasn't usual that their parents had real, tooth and nail fights, but when they did they brought out all the verbal weapons. Usually someone ended up hurt, emotionally or otherwise.

"I do too." Alfred sighed deeply, pulling his brother in close, holding him within his arms. He might have been an omega, but Alfred had always been the stronger one when it came to arguments. He remembered when they were younger, he would alway hold Mattie and wipe away his tears whenever their parents fought. His twin couldn't take arguing like he could. Alfred always felt the need to take responsibility and comfort the other when their parents fought. Alfred nuzzled Matthew, hugging him tightly. "Let's just go to sleep and forget about it, okay? I'm sure it'll all be better tomorrow."

Matthew gladly accepted the hugs, leaning against his brother for support. He nodded and nestled into the pillow, sighing deeply. They could still hear the shouting, but eventually it all quieted down. The boys could finally fall asleep to the sound of their parents apologizing instead of fighting.